Monthly Archives: January 2010

I was talking with my friend Em (who is also one of my exes), and I was caught by an unexpected melancholy while she spoke of her daughter. Whenever she talks about her child, she becomes noticeably more vibrant, joyful, and enthusiastic. As she spoke of those little moments you can only share with a child, the tears began to stream down my face. I know it was about my absentee family, the death of my father, the way I was erased from their lives, even in the case of my father’s death…and I know it was about the overweening …Continue reading →

My father is dead. He’s been dead for 13 days. I got to hear about it from a friend who got a call from another friend who saw it in the paper, and I was not mentioned in the obit as a surviving family member. This is ironic because surviving my family is exactly what i had to do. I’m pissed off that I’m crying. Why would I have tears for someone who threw me away like used coffee grounds, and with as little consideration? I know I’m not crying for the loss of him. Or the loss of them. …Continue reading →

FADE IN: INT. – POPULAR SINGLES BAR – NIGHT In a bar specifically for singles who are seeking partners. patrons mill about, as is normal for most social establishments. But they are all moving about inside a white cardboard box. On the outside of the boxes, there is text. Each of them is also wearing a bag over their head.The text on the boxes is information about themselves. A profile. Sometimes there’s only one line of text, sometimes the surface of the boxes is filled up with a great deal of detail.One Boxed & Bagged person approaches another. B&B1 Hi. …Continue reading →